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Magazine I Want To Burn Again

still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again

And burn it down, and burn it down You swear to build, we swear to come and burn it down [Chorus] Weighing the cost of the love you make Measure again

to get the cream From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack I'm known for bringin' in funky ass raps See those magazine crews and I'm a goner Dull

got yo' car for broads/ How could I be hatin' when ya'll are the fakest niggas I've ever saw/ Ya'll rollin' with snitches, I don't know no snitches/ I

burning cauldron to your angel face (angel face) I look at my boy as he sleeps An innocent facing the lions I wish there was some way I could talk

so I'll always be A word-man Better than a birdman But I'll charge Won't get away W/out lodging a dollar Shall I say it again Aloud, you get the point

over critical when Uncle get it on I'll burn your magazine, God'll intervene Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, I'm I'm the G.O.A.T., I

their soul to get the cream From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps See those magazine crews and I'm a

my skin So I think about my cell again And my friends do you realize what kind of hell I'm in Chorus: And I got the pills for the pain the pain (